A/N: This is one of those ships that I could see being really laid back and possibly starting out as just filling each other's needs.
Lovino sat on the low wall, kicking his heels against the blond brick. The weather was nice today, and light breeze pulled at his dark hair, blowing it back from his forehead. Surrounded by thte brightly colored buildings in this area, he felt content and almost cheerful.
"Are you just going to sit there all day?" asked a voice to his left, accompanied by footsteps. He didn't look up as the Dutch man took a seat on the wall as well, though his heart pounded a bit more quickly.
"Maybe I will," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Something about Lars always put him sort of on-edge, and he wasn't sure he liked the feeling.
The blond, however, didn't seem to notice his discomfort. He tapped a cigarette out of a pack in his shirt pocket, and Lovino watched as he held it between his lips and lit it. A sudden wave of jealousy surprised him, though not as much as the fact that it was directed at the cigarette.
He shook his head, trying to clear the strange thoughts, but it only drew Lars attention. "What?" the taller man asked, "Don't give me that shit about lung cancer, because we both know it's a moot point."
Lovino rolled his eyes and shot the other man a pointed look. "I don't care if you turn your lungs as black as England's scones," he snapped, turning away.
In doing so, he missed the other man's knowing smirk.